For the girls who squeal and run in front of the camera to have their pictures taken.
For the young man who pronounced himself “assistant” and insisted on carrying the camera, and for his sister who made chapati and dal with paneer for lunch.
For the woman proclaimed a “special guest” and ushered in front of the camera where she obligingly demonstrated her work, glancing up shyly in the process.
For the kindness and generosity shown to a complete stranger despite enduring overwhelming hardship. For laughter and joy found even while pulling small plastic bags from mountains of molding onion skins, banana peels, potato shavings and tea leaves. The people are the inspiration.